Omnipresent Hope Poem by VIPINS PUTHOORAN

Wide and strange are its way,
Nor have boundary to survey,
Nor can weigh its quantity,
Occupy everywhere like an Omnipresent
To lift up our trodden soul
From a barren land to a fragrant sea
To drink its azymous hive,
To wings up our dreams to fly in azure.
Clench him, with our cicatrical hand.
Open the hatches of our soul.
For he can cage our rampant hearts.
He may mute your rage,
So he can enlighten our desire.

As a spirit-filled sprout,
He roots in the meadow of heart,
Without knowing acidness of our soul.
Without hope a sound soul is like a dead germ.
No one can conceive hope for a negative intention.
But all I could see was
the whitened feathers of hope
in the eyes of everyone.
Because hope pours incommensurable ecstacy in the heart like
the drops of water in the rain,
the grits of sand in the shore,
the mass of stars in the sky,
As a celestial bliss getting at the end of a pilgrimage- hope awaits
In my pulsated steep valley of heart,
like a deodar tree,
hope silhouting a well-intentioned picture,
over our wrenched soul by its immaculate leaves.
Hope is not seasonal, but it is...
Summer sufferings forbode a monsoon yet to come,
The Winter intermits a sound sleep cause the nights are longest
May the sprigged virtues of our heart flourish in the Spring.
Love or depression may not see in everyone's heart.
Wealth or health may not possess in everyone's room, but
Omnipresent hope occupy everywhere in the mysterious heart of human.
Hope is like,
a friend of a wiseman,
a guide of an ignorant,
the life and loaf of a poor,
the sound in the ears of a deaf,
a song in the tongue of a dumb,
a diamond crowned King
to rule out hunger and thirst.
To hope is not an escapism from reality but
is ecstatical of a sane mind.
Hope always evokes musk scented passion in my attic esscence of heart.
Remember, not put everything past, Hope awaits you and me.
Hope you like so, like me..